[She chews the inside of her lip, a tell of concentration, as she watching first him, the way he moves, and then the way he shoots, the way he misses and misses and misses and then - doesn't. She could almost believe it, but instinct makes her suspicious.]
[Best not to say anything about it. Not yet. Because to look at him, he could easily be from somewhere sharpshooting isn't a requirement for survival. He could easily just be some boy, not extraordinary in any way.]
[It's just that Lila doubts it at this point, that's all. The ego's a little wrong. Or maybe she wants a reason to watch him shoot some more.]
Thanks, but I don't want it. I don't accept gifts that aren't bulls-eyes.
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[Best not to say anything about it. Not yet. Because to look at him, he could easily be from somewhere sharpshooting isn't a requirement for survival. He could easily just be some boy, not extraordinary in any way.]
[It's just that Lila doubts it at this point, that's all. The ego's a little wrong. Or maybe she wants a reason to watch him shoot some more.]
Thanks, but I don't want it. I don't accept gifts that aren't bulls-eyes.